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The Edge of Goodbye
I saw him in the corridor —
my mind stopped for a moment,
all my emotions rushing back,
stunned, yet I kept walking.
Once I was away,
I crossed a wall —
and broke down,
tears flowing down my cheeks,
words unsaid I couldn’t hold.
I wanted to stay,
to hold on to him,
but I needed to go —
to let go for my peace.
I saw his photo,
blurred by falling drops,
memories flashing like lightning,
wishing I could just drop dead.
If only this pain would stop —
I can’t hold on anymore,
I’m standing on the cliff’s edge,
hesitating to take that final step.
The heaviness in my heart,
the lump inside my throat,
a clash of hope and surrender —
begging my mind to accept the fate,
to face the harsh reality:
it’s time to let go.
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